He Stole Her Virginity (2 page)

That first Christmas after Kevin had gone was a dark time for Emma, she had always loved Christmas with the lights, the decorations, the carols, the presents and everything that went with it. By the New Year, physically, mentally and emotionally, she was a mere shadow of her former self and no longer saw any point to living. She had reached the stage where she wanted to close the door on life and had it not been for one of the few friends she still kept contact with she would almost certainly have taken that path.

Rachel knew how close Emma and Kevin had become over their last year together, she knew that Emma and her mum were not getting on and she knew that the money she had saved up towards university had just about gone. She didn’t know she had been pregnant or had a miscarriage but she did recognise that Emma needed a helping hand to rebuild her life and that wasn’t going to come from her mother. At Rachel’s insistence they met for a lunchtime drink in their local pub. When Emma arrived, Rachel gave her the biggest of hugs, then wished her a happy new year even though she knew it wasn’t the most tactful thing to say considering how 1984 had ended. But Rachel, being the eternal optimist, always looked on the bright side and really did hope the New Year would turn out to be much better for her best friend. 

From just four years old they had been in the same classes in primary school and Rachel’s parents owned the stables on the edge of the village where Emma started to ride at the age of seven so they had been friends for as long as they could remember. Over the years their friendship developed into something special and though they both had other friends nothing could compare with the bond they had with each other. From early on Rachel was always there to look out for Emma; she would pick her up when she fell in the playground, she would help her find the things she lost like her coat or bag or pencil case and she had the knack of making Emma feel better when she was worried or upset about something. Rachel was the practical one, the organiser and the natural leader but she needed Emma just as much as Emma needed her. They complemented each other completely and everyone who knew them as they were growing up saw them as an inseparable pair.

Then, when Rachel left school they saw a little less of each other and even less when Emma started going out with Kevin but despite that their friendship remained very strong and special.

Unlike Emma, Rachel chose not to take the university route but instead at sixteen decided to work in the family business and help with the running of the stables. It was a demanding job that started early in the morning and often didn’t finish until late in the evening and because they only had room for fifteen horses, they were always full. Demand for stables in the area was huge. Life there was very busy and had become more so after Rachel’s mother had broken a leg and an arm in a fall. She was on the mend but would be out of action in the stables for some time so they needed to take on someone who knew about horses, someone who could help with giving riding lessons and someone who would not shy away from the many tasks that had to be done to keep the stables running smoothly. Rachel decided that Emma fitted the bill perfectly. She would be helping them as well as having something different to focus on which in turn might help her get over the Kevin situation and on top of that she would have some money coming in. The whole idea had the added bonus that she could live in one of the self-contained flats above the stable block, which meant that she and her mother wouldn’t have to live in each other’s pockets anymore. Rachel had already talked it over with her parents and they were more than happy for Emma to join them if she wanted to but before a decision was made they insisted that she should first talk it over with her mother.

For Emma to leave home at just nineteen and in a fragile state of mind would ordinarily have been a very difficult step to take but her best friend was going to be there to support and encourage her if things got tough. She knew that Rachel wouldn’t let her down whereas if she stayed at home with her mother there would be no support at all.

Emma talked it over with her mother as she was asked to do and after no more than about fifteen minutes the decision was made, she was going. Her mother was wholeheartedly behind the idea and used words such as ‘gaining independence,’ ‘standing on your own two feet,’ ‘not being so reliant on other people,’ ‘being responsible for your own actions,’ and so on. Not a negative word was said against the idea and for the first time in a long time her mother’s spirits seemed lighter. It was clear she was glad Emma was going and though it did upset her a little she kept it to herself.

By the end of the following week Emma had moved in to her stable flat and had begun work. In a matter of days she slipped comfortably into the routines and needs of the stables and before long most things that she had to deal with became second nature. Rachel, and to some extent Emma’s mother, had been proved right. She was being more independent, her love of horses and her desire to do a good job helped her focus on things beyond Kevin and for the first time in months she had a purpose in life and it began to show. She was eating better and had put a little weight on, she was sleeping better because she was so tired at the end of the day and she felt better about her mum who she popped round to see at least once a week. Things were looking up although it was still early days. Then at the end of March her mother dropped a bombshell; she was selling up and starting a new job miles away from home. She had accepted a job as the curator of a small museum in a part of the Yorkshire Dales that she loved and a delightful, rent-free cottage came with the post. 

Emma had never thought of her mother changing jobs or moving away at her time of life but when she thought more about it she realised she was just a little shy of forty so still had a good number of working years ahead of her. Very generously she told Emma that when she sold up she would give her some of the money to help her save towards a deposit for her own house. Her mother was true to her word and when the sale went through she gave her ten thousand pounds.

As the months went by Emma saw less and less of her mother and when they did meet, conversation was more polite than meaningful. Her mother had new friends and new activities that she was involved in but they didn’t really click with Emma although she tried her very best to show an interest.

During her time at the stables Emma got to know the clients well and two of them, who discovered that she had achieved grade eight in her violin classes asked her to consider giving their daughters private lessons on a weekly basis and after some thought she agreed. From that small beginning things gradually developed and after nearly three years of working full time at the stables she dropped down to part time so she could spend more hours teaching the violin. She was in great demand.

In the early Spring of 1988 she bought herself a small house back in the village and though she continued to work at the stables for two days a week she concentrated more of her time on teaching the violin and playing in a couple of local orchestras. Thanks mostly to Rachel her life was getting back on track although Kevin was never far from her thoughts. The manner of his leaving and then having never contacted her again had left her bewildered, confused and uncertain about life. It also left her without the closure that she needed in order to move on.

The evening before he left for university they walked together hand in hand by the river, they planned how they would visit each other during term time; they talked of a future together and as they kissed for what was to be their very last time, he told her he loved her. She watched him walk away towards his house then with a quick glance back and a final wave he turned the corner; Kevin was gone and just three days later she found out from her doctor that she was pregnant. He was never to find out. 

Over the next year things changed little, Emma split her time between her music and the stables, she worked hard and she kept herself occupied. As time passed the hurt became a little easier to handle, though in the five years since Kevin’s leaving, she remained true to the love she had for him and never had another boyfriend. She often thought of Kevin and remembered how their relationship had been loving on every level, they walked and talked, they helped each other in their studies, supported each other in their sporting and musical endeavours, gave each other strength in difficult times and it was sexual.

Getting time together was not always easy especially if they wanted to be alone so the sexual part did not happen that often and Emma was still a virgin until the Summer of 1984. For almost a year they both resisted ‘going all the way’ but, as she recalled, still had a very intimate, exciting and loving sexual relationship when the opportunity arose. She believed with all her heart that they had a deep love for each other and that made it all the more difficult to understand what had happened.

These memories and other thoughts flooded Emma’s mind as she drove on.

The Journey Home: Part 2

Recollections of their first sexual experience:

Emma and Kevin first met when they were just thirteen after Kevin and his parents moved to the village from Stockport. Their houses were fairly close to each other, they were in the same classes at school for many of their subjects and they both travelled to school and back on the train, which few others from their school did. Over the next three years or so, their friendship steadily grew but by the time they were in the sixth form, their feelings for each other had changed.

Kevin had many friends and got on well with people but when it came to girls he was lacking in confidence. He was good looking, he was a high achiever at school as well as in sport and his aim was to go to a good university to study chemistry. Most of his friends had girlfriends or at least had had one. Kevin had never had a girlfriend. The only girl he felt close to and had feelings for was his friend Emma but he kept that to himself.   

By the time she was seventeen, Emma had blossomed into a slim very attractive girl with a wonderful smile, she had long, dark wavy hair and large brown eyes and though she was indeed attractive she didn’t see herself that way. She was sporty, she loved horses, was a gifted violin player and like Kevin was focussed on achieving the grades she needed to get to her chosen university. Emma had a number of friends who were boys but she had never actually had a real boyfriend. When other girls would encourage her to ‘go out’ with somebody her excuse was always that after her music, her studies and her horse riding there wasn’t much time for boys but there was a bit more to it than that. Boys generally didn’t interest her, the only boy that did was Kevin who she had some hidden feelings for.

With only six or seven miles to go before reaching home Emma’s thoughts turned to that September night in 1983 when they kissed for the very first time and then, as she began to relive the moments of their first touches her body was overwhelmed with sexual desire. As she drove on she became aroused at the very thought of being touched and fondled; she felt a moistness around her genitals and her underwear was damp.

He had been waiting for Emma by the village store for quite some time and began to wonder if she was going to turn up. They had arranged to meet at eight and already it had gone half past. Kevin was almost giving up and going home when she arrived breathless and still in her school uniform. She had been running.
“I’m sorry I’m late,”
she said,
“but I had an orchestra rehearsal at school and it went on a lot longer than I thought and on top of that the train was late.”
Kevin didn’t mind she was late, he was just glad she was there.

They walked passed the shops, the pub and the church hall and headed towards the edge of the green where darkness had descended almost an hour before. The two of them were quite alone in the darkness of that evening in late September.

They stopped by the old oak tree at the far end of the village green where there was hardly any light pollution. There was nothing in front of them but the dark expanse of farmland and the clear night skies. It was the perfect setting to watch the meteor shower that had been much heralded by the media and by Kevin’s science teacher at school.

For some time they watched the night sky looking for the first flash of a meteor but there was nothing. After a while Emma shivered a little and said she was getting cold. Kevin suggested they should give up and go home but Emma wanted to stay a while. Instinctively, Kevin put his arm around her and drew her closer to him to keep her warm. He surprised himself by his actions for it was not like him to be so bold and he expected her to pull away but she didn’t. Instead she snuggled in closer and as she did, he felt a movement in his groin.    

Together they looked to the night sky and without thinking Kevin began playing with Emma’s hair but when he stopped she whispered,
“That was nice, do it some more.”
Kevin stroked her hair again, the feeling in his groin grew stronger and she snuggled in even closer. She put her hand inside his jacket and gently ran her fingers across his chest. With each second that passed his erection grew firmer and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He feared that if she knew, she wouldn’t like it and would want to leave but when he turned to try to hide it from her he sensed her lips were almost touching his and the warmth of her breath thrilled him. Clasping his hands gently in the small of her back Kevin slowly drew Emma into him and when their bodies met, she could feel his stiffness. He held her firmly and after just a moment’s hesitation he kissed her. She didn’t resist.